She curiously unfolded the paper airplane and saw a few lines of beautiful, neat handwriting.
"I have been kidnapped. I don't know where I am. I only know I'm near the XX supermarket on XX street. This is definitely not a prank. Whoever you are, please call my dad immediately when you see this airplane. He will be extremely grateful to you. Thank you for your help."
Behind was a string of numbers, which were Huangfu Jue's phone number.
The young mother looked at the airplane and then glanced around before hesitating for a few seconds. Finally, she took out her mobile phone from her bag and dialed the number on it.
Maybe this was just a prank, but in case it was true, a phone call could save a child's life.
The call went through, and it was a real number, not some meaningless digits.
A moment later, a man's voice sounded on the other end of the line—pleasant, mid-range, and slightly tired.
"Hello?"
"Hi, sorry to bother you. I wanted to ask, are you a child's father?"
